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i’m not crying, u are

no. 322

false pretenses, hange zoë

so im absolutely obsessed with this thank you for putting this idea in my head😰😵‍💫wish i could tag u anon </3

original request here [X]

pairing: college au - engineering student!hange x student!female reader - they/them pronouns for hange, afab anatomy for both

summary: the best way to get what you want is to do it yourself right?

warnings: listen this is real slutty ok, explicit sexual content 18+ minors dni - loser lesbian!hange (hange has that autistic nerd rizz), its always the quiet ones, r thinks she’s slick af, poc friendly- no physical descriptions of reader, kinda-bratty/switch!reader (r gets v subby) top-leaning!Hange, strap, dirty talk, nicknames, munch activities, fingering, finger sucking, cunnilingus, praise, brief asphyxiation, i cant think of anymore

wc: 4.9k (not proofread)

an: excuse the shitty engineering attempts im not a stem girl!! hope y’all enjoy <3

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You watched Hange from across the library, gazing over their features as they frowned. Brow creased as they solved equations that your professor had so kindly left everyone to complete after your seminar. Sometimes you’d catch their teeth nip at their bottom lip, in pensive thought.

Hange wasn't around many people, not that you saw anyway, usually kept to themselves or with the same two friends you'd seen them with. Their head often deep into a book or back hunching over a desk working some form of assignment, headphones placed over their hair.

Looking over their face, you studied Hange's strong jaw, the way their slender hand held up the weight of their head as the other scribbled down notes into their notebook. The sluttiest black tank top layered underneath an unbuttoned white dress shirt, draping over baggy brown straight-leg pants. Hair up with so many layers resting against their cheeks, framing their lovely face as multiple strands plumed out from within the hair tie. Their amber eyes lay under small, thin, glasses atop their nose. God, that nose. Perfect to sit on. Perfect to ride to holy heaven.

If it wasn’t clear, you'd had a bit of an eye on Hange for the last semester, they had transferred from a different university a while back. Upon seeing them for the first time, you wanted to speak to them. Their slightly introverted nature had made you keep your distance, though, but it was getting harder to fight the urge to go talk to them. I mean, how weird would that be? Hi, I know you don't know me but I've been obsessed with you since you transferred here? Yeah right.

No, you had to be more creative than that.

You needed a valid reason to speak to Hange so that you didn’t come across as the world’s biggest creep. Luckily for you, Hange was by far the smartest person on campus. Grades always incredibly well above average, scoring top marks in every assignment they’d submitted. So much so, that the professor had pretty much already taken them in under his wing. Due to their helpful nature and extensive knowledge in a fair range of fields, your professor was preparing Hange to be his TA after graduation. Oftentimes, passing Hange over to tutor students in his classes that lacked the grades that were expected of them at this stage in the course.

And even more luckily for you, you seemed to be really struggling with the new module. Or at least that’s what your alibi was. Who needed to know that your grades had actually been consistent passes? You were pretty strong at your theory, but you had only slightly slacked off in your classes during your professors teachings of mathematical methods and linear equations. It couldn’t hurt to get a bit of extra assistance to fill in the missing gaps.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you walked up to Hange, they barely noticed a presence beside, music blaring through the headphones, until your shoes came into their peripheral vision, spotting the black boots right beside the chair.

Their gaze followed up your bare legs, eyes slightly widened as they realised you were indeed about to induce a conversation with them and not just wandering past to get to an actual destination. They removed one cup of their headphones off their ear, holding it up with their fingers so they could listen to you. You noticed the multiple bands resting above their knuckles, bulky metallic rings varied with different patterns and weldings.

“Oh, um— hi?” Hange spoke, slightly confused, they had been deeply distracted into their equations, not anticipating someone coming to speak to them. Definitely not you, of all people.

“Hey, um— sorry to ruin your flow, but I was wondering if you could,” hesitance struck you, feeling your carefully planned script fall apart under Hange’s gaze, eyes still wide and nodding their head as a prompt for you to finish, removing the headphones fully to rest the band on the back of their neck. Why are they so hot, you thought, fumbling over yourself. “If you could tutor me with this module, you’re the smartest person in this place according to Mr. Fritz,” You joked, softening your words with a meek giggle. An attempt to make not make it seem like a big deal even though you could feel your heartbeat thump in your ears and throat.

“You can totally say no, of course,” you quickly added, after realising you didn’t actually offer them an out, not wanting to pressure Hange into having more on their plate than there already was.

Hange’s eyebrows pulled together, lips split as a wash of suspicious perplexity strained their features, only for a second before returning to normal. Back to their friendly warmth with an amiable smile stretched on their lips.

“Sure, I’d love to help,” Their eyes held yours, you to let out a faint breath of relief. “I’ve got a few things to do on campus for a while, but, I can meet you after?”

“That’d be great, thank you!” You offered to exchange phone numbers for ‘easier communication’ to plan around Hange’s schedule, before duly proposing that they come over to your dorm, as the library closed after five o’clock, and your roommates were gone for a week-long field trip.

“I’ll let you know when I’m on the way, then,” They smiled, an amused smirk etching itself on their lips before they could help it.

“That’s perfect, I appreciate it,” You beamed, “I’ll, um, leave you to your equations,” You stepped away, turning around to make your exit from the library. Hange didn’t miss the way your eyes fell onto their lips for just, perhaps, a little bit too long than was deemed socially conventional, or the way you seemed to grow flustered as they stimmed with their fingers. Hange’s gaze followed you as you walked on, trailing down to your exposed legs underneath a short skirt that hung over thick, sinuous thighs. Hange looked back down at their notebook, as they chuckled, shaking their head with endearment at your crafty deceit.

Hange certainly isn’t stupid, due to their proximity working with the professor, they were painfully aware of the more… problematic students in Mr. Fritz’ class. You were never one of them. In fact, he had even used some of your past assignments as example guidelines for the newer students. Needing help with the easiest part of the module? No way were they believing that.

—

A knock at your door, and you smoothened the fabric of your clothes, hoping to reduce any lingering creases or maybe even just to calm your nerves. You had tidied up, making your bedroom look more presentable and less like a cove of disordered chaos.

Opening the door, there stood Hange, handsome and ravishing in all their tall glory. A hand reached up to stabilise the one strap of their backpack that hung on their shoulder, the other strap dangling behind. You tried to stop, you really did, but you trailed over their figure, lured into their nonchalant stance that just exuded casual confidence as they looked back at you, an eyebrow cocked up.

Breaking contact, you welcomed them in, Hange dropped their backpack onto the floor to relieve the weight of all the heavy textbooks from their shoulders. Hand raising back up to remove the headphones from their neck, placing them atop their bag, hooked on the top handle.

You sat at your couch, leaving enough space for Hange to comfortably place themselves on. Trying to be discreet, you watched as they took off their dress shirt, hanging it on the arm of the couch, you presumed Hange was using the layer against the slightly cooler breeze outside— you couldn’t lie, you were kinda glad to see it off. Hange’s bicep was well sculpted against their black tank top as it melted into toned forearms. Tanned and strong. There was a brown cord bracelet dangling from their wrist as they rested it on their propped up knee. God, I’m no better than a man, you thought.

“So, what’d you need help with?” Hange pushed up their glasses with their ringed index finger, you wondered if that was something they often did subconsciously before beginning a task.

“Linear algebra and probability theory,”

“Hmm,” Hange nodded, a short tug at the corner of their lips, leaning their elbows on the top of their thighs, “Yeah, that stuff is pretty hard, but,”

“What did you score on the last exam?” Hange turned their head your way, amber eyes meeting yours, with a devious look.

You froze, shit. It felt like a trick question, surely Hange didn’t know the score you totalled? Surely, Hange didn’t know that you were just seven marks from a full score? It almost felt as if they were luring you into a trap; to see if you’d double down with the lie and continue with this facade or if you’d crack and admit defeat. Lose-lose either way, you’d end up embarrassed or having to make yourself look incredibly foolish.

Voice breaking in your throat, you held eye contact. Whereas Hange’s was steady and sharp, yours felt like you were just exposing yourself further the longer you remained silent.

“I-I don’t remember,” A neutral answer, you decided, totally not because you had been rendered nonverbal, clearing your throat and seeing the way Hange’s lips stretched fully into a knowing smirk.

“Hmm, you don’t remember,” They were definitely mocking you now, voice low, humming and melodic as you felt the thunder in your chest beat. You looked down at your thighs, fingers fiddling with a loose hem on your skirt.

“Getting the impression I wasn’t invited over for some homework,” They chuckled, leaning back against the support of the couch, arm stretching over the top.

One sentence and it was out in the open, the illusion you thought was so deceiving completely shattered as your true intentions came to light. Yup, embarrassing, just as you thought.

“So, why don’t you tell me the actual reason you invited me over,” If the last sentence was a stab to your confidence, this one was an extra twist in the wound. Hange was smirking at you, the mirthful look in their eyes showing you that they were relishing in your embarrassment and flustered face.

You swallowed a deep breath, feeling your skin ignite both with anticipation and nerves so lethal you almost wanted to bury yourself underneath the seat, never to be seen again.

“I, uh—“ you mumbled, the script had truly crumbled, you had no plan B apart from just spewing out the truth. You’d die before you had to do that.

“You seem a bit flustered,” Hange hummed, leaning on the back of the couch, as their thighs came to spread, “Why’s that, hm?”

The unlevelled confidence that radiated from them just seemed to further your own unease. It wasn’t often you felt that way, usually being the one to initiate flirtations with others. Yet, everything about Hange just seemed to drag you into a state of bashfulness, totally out of character as you failed to make eye contact.

“Will you look at me, love?”

You ceded, eyes meeting, as you let out a sigh. Hange placed a testing hand upon your bare knee, tentative runs of their thumb over the skin. Soft, Hange thought. The feeling eliciting shivers down your spine, warm waves down to your core, reducing you to a state of feeling unreasonably touch-starved. Hange gazed down your thighs, deliciously covered by the fabric of your skirt, moistening the edge of their upper lip with the tip of their tongue, before flickering their eyes back to you.

“What is it you really want?”

Fuck. A short gasp escaped your throat as their hand trailed up, fingers reaching underneath the hem of the short skirt. Hange was toying with you, no doubt about it.

“I… I wanted to speak to you,”

Humming, their hand moved further, “Why?”

“I found you…” you paused when their fingertips skimmed over your panties, your thighs twitched. “C-captivating, needed a reason to speak to you,”

Hange chuckled, as they leaned forward to reach the bottom of your ear, your breath hitching as their lips ghosted over the skin.

“You could’ve just asked, pretty,” Hange’s voice whispered against your ear, as you closed your eyes. You were so down bad.

“Think I haven’t noticed you, huh?” One light kiss at your skin, “Think I haven’t seen the way you stare at me?” Another kiss, ever so gentle that you almost melted into them, biting back a needy groan. Hange’s hand squeezed at your thigh, fingers towards your centre, just barely grazing over the fabric.

“I mean—god, darling, if you wanted me to fuck you that badly all you needed to do was ask nicely,” Hange’s teeth nipped at your lobe, drawing out the skin with it.

“So, ask me nicely,”

Another squeeze at your inner thigh, and no longer could you withhold the groan that you’d been holding back. You were fighting so many demons right now, hesitant to verbalise your inner desires. Hange remained near your ear, licking at the soft skin. Fuck it.

“I want you so fucking bad,” Your voice came out so much whinier than you expected, used to hearing that tone from others, but never from yourself.

“Aren’t you gonna say please?” They chuckled, dragging it out, teasing. Hange eyed the pout at your lips, the slight frown in your brows—could tell you were used to getting what you wanted easily, to not submitting. They planned to fix that.

“Fucks sake—please, Hange,” You pressed your thighs together, trapping Hange’s hand as they gripped you, as a prompt for them to do something, anything.

“Better.”

With their other hand, the one not currently trapped in between your legs, Hange grabbed at your hip. Kneading over your hip bone, where the dainty zip of your skirt dangled. The sensation caused your thighs to loosen autonomously, as Hange opportunely released their hand an inch. Slipping underneath the hem of your damp panties, fingers teasing at your slit, collecting your slick.

“You this messy just for me?” Their sinful, warm words made you shiver, goosebumps down your arms as they hit your ear. You wriggled, skirt rolled up to your hips, exposing your panties. Messy, indeed. You were growing impatient as you attempted to roll your hips into their hand, craving contact. Hange’s fingers recoiled, pushing from your slit pulling the fabric with as they tutted. Tightening their other hand on your hip once more, stilling your movements.

“C’mon, surely you’ve figured out how this works by now,” Hange’s words sounded so sweet, if it wasn’t for the absolute torture lurking underneath. Eager to tease and play with you for as long as it would take for you to actually listen and cede. With a brattish groan and a sigh, you nodded.

“Words, darling, use them.”

“Y-yes, shit—all for you, Hange.” Voice breathy, avidly impatient. Your core leaked more slick when it clenched, totally ruining your panties as it clung to your folds. The sight absolutely delectable. “I need you so bad—can’t take it,”

There it was. Finally.

“Was that so hard?” Hange hummed, a satisfied smirk creeping over their lips as they teased a finger down your slit, only slightly breaking through your entrance. Pressing your lips against theirs as you whimpered into the kiss, biting at Hange’s plump bottom lip.

“Now then, be a good girl and stay put.”

Hange pressed their finger fully into you, soon adding another two once they saw how keenly you were taking them already, walls wet and ready. Your head fell into Hange’s neck, meek moans spilling from your mouth as their slender fingers hit the back of your squishy walls.

Without removing themselves from your warm heat, Hange cased a hand at your ass, pulling you on top of their lap. Using their clothed thigh to rut their fingers up even further, other hand forcing your hips into gyration against them. The friction from their jeans hit against your sensitive clit and with their fingers inside you, you were a hot mess already. Needy and desperate from their heartless teasing.

“Ah—that’s…fucking good,” You hissed, as Hange lapped their tongue down your neck, before sucking, branding you with many dark marks leading down to your chest.

Catching the hem of your shirt, you threw your arms up to discard it, revealing your breasts to the room’s cool air, heaving up and down with heavy breaths. Hange almost moaned at the sight of you, shirtless with a short skirt pooled around your hips, draping over their knees. Of course you weren’t wearing a bra, they thought. As Hange thrust their fingers into you, their mouth wrapped over your nipples, flicking over them with their tongue. Nipping lightly over the peaks. You arched your back into them, feeling yourself grow closer, the tension in your abdomen building as you bit your lip.

Your hips lost their rhythm, aimlessly chasing the feeling of Hange’s fingers deep within you. Languid gasps and breathless moans escaping your lips. So, so close to your peak until the sensation was suddenly stripped away, leaving you totally empty. Hange removing their fingers, you could hear your own slick cry as they did, your walls tensing.

“Wha-“ You were a bit dazed, a truthfully a little annoyed, you had been so close.

“You’ve not earned it yet,” Hange laughed, clearly relishing in your frustration. They liked this, liked making you destitute, left wanting. Hange had every intention of fixing that sugared insolence they could see within you. Had every intention of tearing it inside out.

Hange reached down to their leather belt, maintaining eye contact as they unclasped the metal peg, lifting you up off their knees slightly to pull their jeans down, before removing their tank top. Their chest rose up and down, bound beneath a black binder. You could see their own centre soaking through their underwear. You ogled their figure, groaning as your sinful thoughts worsened. The kind of imagination that would surely commit you to purgatory indefinitely.

Hange pecked your charming pout away, before bringing their soaked fingers up in front of your mouth. Spreading your lips open with their thumb, shoving it inside so you could taste your own slick on it. Their other fingers followed suit.

“Clean up your mess,”

Hange watched you, your lips bruised and plump as they split to allow entrance for their index and middle finger. Sucking your juices off them as you moaned, gagging as they hit the back of your throat. Brows pinched and eyes brimmed with tears from the hot burn. Hange’s thumb pressed against your bottom teeth, pulling your jaw open, a line of drool slipping out from the corner of your open mouth. Hange would kill just about anyone for you, they thought. Irreversibly addicted to you, your needy eyes and the way you fell to follow their orders.

“So beautiful,”

Hange hung over you. Looking into your glassy eyes, with the hold against your jaw, pinky finger at your chin, they held your mouth open, spitting on your tongue.

“Swallow.”

You did. Quite happily as you groaned, muffled as your mouth was stuffed. Feeling yourself grind against Hange’s bare thigh, your core clenching around nothing as you yearned for the feeling of their fingers back inside you. Your inner thighs completely soaked, spreading it all over Hange’s bare legs.

“Such a good girl—so obedient for me,” They hummed, relieving their attack on your mouth, taking their fingers out and grasping the back of your neck, “Wonder if anyone else has ever slut you out like this, hm?”

You shut your eyes, leaning into their touch as you whined out a passive ‘No’, shaking your head to Hange’s question, not fully trusting the strength of your own voice. Fuck, you were totally gone, lost in salacity and paralysed by your own thirst. Almost brain-dead as your desire thumped in your ears, and throbbed at your core. About to explode from your own ardour as it’d eagerly been building up. Hange was divinely addictive, a substance you should never have risked trying. You could never possibly go back now, too ruined to ever possibly go to anyone else. Totally and utterly hooked on Hange.

“Aw, look how docile you are now, pretty.”

Hange kissed at your neck, coming back up to meet your lips again as you mewled against them.

“H-Hange— please, need more,” You squirmed against their lap, “Can’t take it, need to cum so badly,” You were finally begging, hesitation leaving you to fend for yourself as Hange had you right where they wanted.

“Yeah? How do you want it, baby?”

In between strained breaths, you pointed to your drawers. Strategically placed next to the couch, as Hange reached over. Chuckling once they saw your strap in its resting place.

“This what you want?”

Nodding, you rutted against Hange’s thigh, forcing some friction to rub against your clit.

“Please, fuck,” You sobbed, visions of Hange stuffing you with your strap forcing you to squeeze your thighs against Hange’s lap.

“Since you asked so nicely,”

Hange gently nudged you off their lap, to allow them to slide the harness over their thighs. You sat beside them, legs folded underneath yourself. Hand placed delicately on the side of their head, pressing sweet kisses down the skin of their neck as they adjusted the harness to fit around the circumference of their thighs. Hange shivered under your lips, eyes shutting as they indulged in the sensation for a moment, cursing as you began to lick under their lobe. You were delightful.

Hange’s hand danced along your thigh, fingers streaming past your slit as they groaned at how unbelievably wet you were.

“You’re fucking sublime,” They groaned, dragging you over their lap, hands ripping both the skirt and your ruined panties off your legs. Hange laid their back on the couch, folding your bare thighs over their jaw. You bit your lip in keen anticipation, it was almost as if you had manifested this.

“Fuck—Hange, I’ve dreamt about this for so fucking long,” Your legs twitched above Hange’s face, as a radiant smirk shone on their lips.

“Yeah? Thought about this?” Their hands clung around the plush skin of your ass, fingers squeezing tightly. They pulled you on to a steady stream along their face, teased a lick up your folds before your slit was pressed down against their flat tongue, lapping up your slick as their nose rubbed over your clit.

“F-fuck, so much—was just like this,” You gasped as you rode Hange’s face, watching dumbly as their face contorted with gluttonous solace. Eyebrows creasing as they focused on eating you out. You crumbled, finally feeling some release after being teased for what felt like many unbearable hours. Truly, it was better than you could have imagined, Hange’s fly-aways catching on their cheeks and the sides of their face as they grew dampened, your slick slapping their cheeks and fogging up their glasses from splatters and wet heat.

Resting your hand on their knees for stability, your fingers acted on their own as you came to reach underneath the strap that was dangled in the air, waiting to be used. Your fingers came to meet Hange’s folds, sliding easily past their sensitive labia, nearly as wet as your own, aching. Having been unbearably turned on since they saw your body’s visceral responses to them.

“That’s—so fucking hot, shit,” You whimpered, lost in the feeling of Hange’s insistent tongue slowly flicking deep against you and the way their centre seemed to just suck your fingers right in. Hange let out a muffled, guttural grunt into you, the vibrations making you clamp your thighs tight against their head. You almost felt apologetic, if it wasn’t for Hange, who seemed to get riled up by the very prospect of being choked out by your luscious thighs. Oxygen supply decreasing as amber eyes rolled into the back of their head, toned arms pulling you closer against them. Leaving behind marks on your skin that outlined where their fingers had been digging in.

Whilst simultaneously, you were plunging your fingers knuckles deep into their entrance. Your body leaning back as you bucked your wrist against them, fingers curling inwards against their walls. Hange’s eyes were stuck on you, watching as your body rocked against their mouth. Head hung back and breasts perked up as beads of sweat trickled down, illuminating your skin, the fine hairs around your stomach standing upright. Looking properly, they spotted a few moles scattered on your stomach, your lips were swollen as they bit out mutters of curses under your breath. Still trying to return the favour even despite feeling ruined. How divine.

The sight alone brought Hange to their knees, hazy pleasure erupting through them as they felt their body tremble. Truthfully, Hange seldom let people touch them, opting to typically give rather than receive, yet they felt like giving you permission to do whatever you wished with their body. They were so hypersensitive, extra responsive under your ambrosial touch. Debauched gasps melted into your core, still lapping at your slick as they rode through their own peak. Shuddering, as they seized their thighs against your wrist.

“Did you cu-“ Your excited, breathy voice was cut off by Hange grabbing your wrist, ripping your fingers out of themselves from overstimulation, their centre tensing with arousal dripping down their folds. Hange nodded as an affirmative, you could tell they were slightly stunned. Hange held your wrist against your back, elbow folding over as they lifted themselves up. Disconnecting your slit from their mouth, and moving you around as you returned to facing each other, your legs resting over their lap once more.

Hange’s spare hand caressed your jaw, uniting your lips together as they melded over yours. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, slipping their tongue into your mouth. You whined as they angled the tip of the strap over your folds, your slick lubricating the plastic. Hange was frenzied, desperately needing to see you stuffed with the silicone length. Elated from their own high, their words grew more depraved.

“Need to fuck this pussy,” They rasped, voice at the lowest frequency you’d heard from them, “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,”

Your lips parted as Hange slipped the tip inside, stretching your walls out as you gripped onto their shoulders. Hissing as you adjusted to Hange burying themselves into your tender flesh. Sinking yourself down on the strap as your hips undulated against them, pressure building up again within your abdomen as Hange fucked the strap deep into you. Tip massaging over your inner walls, repeatedly hitting that same spot that made your breath catch in your throat and your vision go white.

“Fuc—keep going, pleas—please,” Mewling, you shut your eyes, eyebrows furrowing as your nails came to scratch at Hange’s back. Your words coming out in broken sobs, tears spilling down your cheeks as you were split apart on your own strap.

“So full—Hange—“

Hange sucked against your neck, then licking over the sore spots.

“Taking me so well,” Hange praised, voice sweetly laden with saccharine honey, “Sat so pretty on my cock,”

“ngh—Shit-I-I’m gonna come,” You were shaking, thighs trembling and abdomen twitching. Finally about to release after being so cruelly edged twice. The expression on your way was picture-worthy, fucked out and wanton.

“That’s it,” Hange kept rutting up into you, muttering praises, “Come all over me, baby,” A nibble at your earlobe and you were done for. Your climax reached you, tensing up your spine, mouth agape as you shuddered, face contorted.

“You look so pretty when you come,”

Your core tightened as you spilled out your release; the force pushing the strap out from inside you, squirting all over Hange’s lap. The hardest you’ve ever come in your life.

Hange didn’t relent just yet, making sure to fuck you through your peak so you could ride every second of it. When you finally stilled, your head fell onto Hange’s neck, murmuring softly against their clavicle. Sighing, you lifted your head up, greeting Hange’s half-lidded eyes with your own. A beat and Hange reconnected your lips together, gently kissing you as you came down. Mind still fuzzy and reeling. Their hands caressed your hips, thumbs running down your skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Hange whispered, pressing a tender peck down against your swollen lips, “Wish you would’ve talked to me earlier,”

You laughed, breathy and uneven, as bashfulness struck again. Once the cloud of lust had settled, you were left with nerves, that doe look back in your eyes as you weren’t quite sure what to do now. What if Hange never wants to see you again? After all of this, you don’t think you could handle being emotionally ghosted. It was unlike you entirely, but the interest in Hange remained, simmering as you relished in their tight hold— a hold that almost promised you it wasn’t going to leave. You dared to dream.

“What are you thinking about?” Hange muttered, resting their forehead against yours, eyes closing.

“Um…” You hummed, hesitant, “This, I guess, I’m a little… nervous,”

“I guess I am, too,” They chuckled, pressing their head closer, hands still setting your skin aflame, “But, i-if you’d like to, I wanna take you out,” Pausing, “On a real date, that is, not under false tutoring pretences,”

You pulled your head back, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to stretch, an attempt at masking the hopeful beam in your eyes.

“I’d love that.”

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listen u guys 😭 someone pls sedate me or give me a lobotomy cos what am i meant to do when i PINE over 2d characters

let me know if u guys enjoyed <3 i love to read ur comments and inputs

i think im gonna start writing again this year 😇😇

go ahead n post that feet + kat post… i support u… i stand with you…

politely, baby (3.7k)

bakugou katsuki x f!reader

“i know you, you never buy furniture without thinking how to fuck on it first.” or you buy a new hammock and you’re both curious to know what can be done on it

cw: minors dni. fem!reader. established relationship. feet. katsuki sucks, licks, kisses your feet. all sweet n soft. fingering. kissing. he embarrasses you over it. outdoors in your private garden in a hammock. calls you a whore affectionately. kinda brat reader/brat tamer bkg.

a/n: the beloved foot fic. i hope this meets all your standards and if it doesn’t that’s not my problem lmao also if this is the first fic of mine you’ve read please know feet isn’t a common occurrence in my fics !!! THE PEOPLE WERE BEGGING ME AND WHO AM I TO DENY THEM ??? but also saying that, if you don’t think feet are your thing… have a go you might be surprised hehe

you 3:21pm: what r u up to????

you 3:21pm: my hammock came! the delivery guy carried it into the garden it was so fucking heavy

you 3:21pm: i need help from a big strong man to help me build it :( can you refer me to any?

katsuki rubbed his hand across his stubbled chin in amusement. he knew your little text message was code for please can you help me build this new piece of furniture i bought because i cannot be bothered to even try and i will start crying if i can’t find a screw and will start to sweat after one minute of labour. 

If it was anybody else, he’d send them a sweet ‘do it yourself’ and be on with his day. but he’s talking to you and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do if you asked. he also enjoys building shit, makes him feel all strong and masculine in-front you with a permanent reminder of what he did in your home.

katsuki 3:23pm: Ask politely baby

you 3:23pm: please can i borrow you and your big strong muscles to help build my hammock?

you 3:33pm: reward will be: kisses and takeout :)

katsuki was already on his way to you after your first message.

the summer breeze was light through your garden as the sun beamed down at you both. your favourite type of weather. it wasn’t too hot that you were dripping buckets or that the sun stubbornly glared in your face. instead, it was the right weather for shorts, sunglasses and a tank top as you suck on the straw to your lemonade, staring down at your boyfriend building furniture by hand. 

the sight was a dream. your summer playlist floated in the background out your speaker as you laid back in your deck chair, book cast aside on your mini table as katsuki perched cross-legged on the grass in his black crocs, navy shorts and white tank top. he was currently glancing between the paper instructions and two metal poles he was holding. he had a look of contentment on his features with a black thin headband to hold back his blonde locks to reveal his forehead and his dark sharp brows relaxed as he starts to screw something to something. you’ve got no clue.

“why d’you even need a hammock? you’ve got a working chair right there?” 

the male flicks his head up to look at you, his biceps tensing as his wrist flicks to turn his screwdriver. you’re fixated by the action until you remember he asked you a question. 

“who doesn’t want a hammock? and we can both fit in this one. we can’t fit on one of these.”

“yeah, we can if i’m on top of you. we can’t fuck like that in a hammock, your ass will be topplin’ out,” he chuckles to himself, ruby eyes twinkling when he takes in your pout. 

“my ass will only be falling out if you build it wrong and who said it’s for fucking? can’t i want to sit with you in my garden?” you cross your arms across your chest.

“i know you, you never buy furniture without thinking how to fuck on it first.” his sharp toothy grin melts through your lower half like the ice cubes in your lemonade.

your eyes narrow, okay yes it did ponder through your mind for a minute before pressing purchase. then you figured, you can both work it out once it’s built. “don’t make me sound like a pervert. whatever we decide to do on it depends on you making it.”

now, you stand beside katsuki who snaps a shot of his newest creation: your hammock. the thick white and grey striped fabric hangs curved from two very stable pillars of wood. it’s cute, matches the aesthetic of your garden completely and as the sun casts its golden glow down on it you’re eager to jump in. but first you reward your boyfriend.

lightly, you push katsuki’s arm holding his phone down, reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss onto his cheek, then on the corner of his lips then a sweet peck on the centre of his lips. your hand finds home at his chin and he blinks almost languidly down at you, a small smile sneaking onto his cheeks, “you like it?”

you nod, biting down on your lip, “just like amazon said. five stars for easy assembly. thanks ‘ki.”

katsuki chuckles, “let’s not rate it five stars yet. let’s see how it actually manages.”

you both stare at the hammock questioningly before katsuki’s hand on your waist slides down to smack at your bum.

“c’mon princess hop in.” with a literal jolt forward, you run your finger along the fabric, wondering if it would be actually able to even take your weight.

with a hesitant frown, you turn to face your boyfriend to sit down on the fabric, your legs swinging off the edge, “okay, first step complete.”

katsuki chuckles, “now swing your legs in.”

you swing your legs over to lay on the stretch of fabric. this thing could definitely hold you, katsuki too. a smile slides onto your face, even a little gasp.

“it actually works!” you screech, face peeping out from the fabric. then you hold your arms up, “come get in too, ki!”

katsuki grunts, mentally analysing how to slide in. he does what you did, sitting on the edge and shifting his hips almost gracefully at the other end of the hammock so he’s facing you. it was comfortable. more comfortable than you thought laying in swinging fabric would be. you felt like you were cocooned, wrapped up like a caterpillar and warm with your boyfriend laying under you. 

after some shuffling, he lifts you to rest between his legs with your legs on top of his chest and your feet on his pecs.

“yuck, get your feet off me!” you whine, flicking his big toe that was dangerously close to your face by your shoulders.

“nothin’ wrong with my feet. i should be sayin’ that about your gremlins right in front of my face.”

you wiggle your feet that sit on his pectorals, even poking his cheek with your toe. “now we both know you’re lying. my feet are cute, admit it.”

two big callous hands grip your feet, thumbs massaging the sole of your foot. katsuki’s always been good at massages, one of the many reasons why you keep him around. every touch is enough to lull you to a sweet slumber, soft moans sliding through your lips.

“guess they’re not that bad,” he grumbles and you know he’s still lying. there’s not a thing about you he finds bad, let alone your feet. 

“that feels good,” you moan, snuggling back into your hammock and gravity dragging your eyelids shut. his touch feels like heaven, rubbing strains and knots you didn’t even realise you had, out. you’re unbelievably comfortable with the soft breeze cooling you down and the familiarity of his rising chest under your legs. 

all until you feel a completely different sensation on your toe. alarmed, you open your eyes to find your boyfriend with the tiny limb in his mouth. coated in his spit and warm in the wet cave of his mouth. his tongue swiped across the soft pad of your toe before suctioning his cheeks and sucking. really sucking like he would between your legs. you grip his leg beside you for stability.

“what are you doing?” you ask surprised, voice careful and quiet as if you couldn’t figure out if you liked it or not. bakugou doesn’t reply. but he does level you with an amused stare, reading the confusion in your eyes. his left eyebrow raises as he mimics a baby with a dummy.

his tongue swirls around the gaps between your toes, the sensation making you twitch before adding two extra toes and giving a big suck again. “katsuki— ahh mhm.” your hand flies to your mouth with the confirmation that you do enjoy your toes getting sucked. you don’t need to guess to know the rush of heat through your body is due to this and not the summer heat. even the gush of wetness between your legs feels embarrassingly misplaced.

but you don’t pull your foot away. you sit in your horniness, zoning in on his pink lips around you, his big calloused palms still rubbing the pad of your foot by the heel. and lastly, his narrow ruby eyes watch for every little reaction your body makes. every suck you could vividly feel on your clit. your breathing hitches.

with a hand on his calf, “why does this feel good?”

loudly with a pop, katsuki takes your toes out of his mouth to run the tip of his tongue from the heel of your foot to the top. the wet muscle is stupidly ticklish on you, making you wiggle in his hold but he doesn’t let you budge.

“stop wrigglin’,” he growls against your skin, giving you a tiny nip before pressing wet kisses all over you. he combines it with nibbles with his teeth and his full lips sucking on the side where your foot curves. your breathing is heavy, all this attention on your feet is something you’ve never done before with anybody. your heartbeat is between your legs, begging for attention from the pretty blonde before you.

then he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand from the connecting spit. the grin katsuki gives you is the final knock in the nail for you; the cockiest, toothiest grin yet. “knew you’d like gettin’ your toes sucked.”

you frown, crossing your arms over your chest, to calm your desire to be touched in other places, “didn’t think you’d like sucking toes. i’ve been walking barefoot on the grass.”

katsuki chuckles and your frown wavers as your heart melts when he presses soft kisses along your toes. “you’ve been wearing your sandals the whole time and even if you weren’t shits fine with me when it’s you.”

“when it’s me?”

he scoffs like you’re stupid, “you’re mad if you think i’m putting anyone else’s toes in my mouth.”

you shrug smugly, uncrossing your arms again to run your fingers up his leg beside you.

“so are we gonna find out if this hammock can take us?” he asks, back to rubbing your feet with a curious stare.

you bend your knee to nudge the heel of your foot against his semi in his shorts. you stifle a giggle as his features relax momentarily, “why’re you hard?”

“you were lookin’ at me like i was some god for suckin’ your fuckin’ feet.” and without any warning, katsuki sits up and drags you by your thighs so your back rests on his knees and thighs. 

“s’pretty from this angle,” he mumbles lowly in the most lovestruck voice you could imagine. he brushes stray hairs off your face affectionately, even smoothing out your eyebrows with his thumbs and then pecking your forehead. 

you laugh shyly with his undivided attention, though with katsuki there’s always an opportunity to talk back to him, “you saying i’m ugly from other angles?”

“of course. it’s not like i call you beautiful daily, at all times, is it?” he scoffs, but katsuki is completely enamoured by you. licking his lips as his eyes flick to each of your features. eyes to your nose to your lips. hands running down your sides and squeezing.

“don’t look at me like that because i’m not about to kiss your foot mouth,” you warn, though he leans closer to you anyway, knowing full well you’ll let him do anything. you rest your arms on the junction between his neck and shoulders, easily smiling at the smirk plastered on his face.

“you’re not?” he raises his eyebrows, completely entertained by you as he manhandles you by your hips, dragging you further down his lap so you can feel the press of his cock against your centre when he leans over you.

you whimper, trying to blink the desire out your eyes, “no, that’s disgusting.” 

one pout of his lips and he’s touching yours. “mhm? i think you are though, baby. i think you—,”

if anyone asks you only kissed him so he shuts up. one hand on the back of his head as you push him onto your lips. he angles his head to the left as you move to the right, tongues licking against each other’s like you haven’t tasted each other in years. you caress his stubbled cheek, loud gulps as you try to take everything he gives you. 

katsuki is slick with it. nibbling at your lips and sucking on your tongue as he slowly pulls away. you chase after him but when he finally lets go. then you flop back onto his knees, a breathtaking smile landing on your face. 

you’re intoxicated by the man, cheeks all hot and your hair decorates his legs angelically. you make him want to scream. “what’s the plan, loverboy?”

he takes hold of your leg, straightening it out by his head. he speaks against your knee, lips brushing against your skin, “gonna take care of you. that good with you?” his ruby pupils hold your eyes, love swimming in them like lava in a volcano. 

bakugou doesn’t stop his worship there, he bends your leg towards you, knee by your head as he takes hold of your foot. it can barely count as a kiss as he brushes his lips across the bottom of your foot, so soft that whenever he presses a kiss you feel a rush of wetness between your legs.

“that feels good, ‘ki,” you whisper, eyes wide and glossy as he keeps your eyes locked on him. staring into you like you’d be a fool to look away.

he knows exactly what you mean by that, sweeter words to say that he’s making you horny right now. he grins into the new kisses before stretching out your leg and placing butterfly pecks down it. he’s loud with the smacks, every duck of his head, he keeps his eyes on your face. your pretty lips are parted, dying to rake your hands through his hair. then he begins to navigate south, kisses passing down your ankle to your calves to your knee to your thighs then—

“want me to touch your pussy?” in a deep growl as his nose brushes against your clothed centre. 

your breath hitches in your throat, your head nodding impatiently.

“obviously.”

katsuki sinks his teeth into your thigh, a little bite when you yelp. “no manners, huh? reply properly or i’ll push you off this hammock.”

you roll your eyes in humour, a smile creeping onto your face at the twinkle in his eye. “please touch me, my love.”

katsuki only gives you a little, rubbing his thumb on the outside of your shorts, “this good enough?” 

you bite down on your bottom lip. it’s not nearly enough. “no, i want you to take them off.”

he gives you a narrowed stare, “please! i want you to take them off please.”

with an understanding nod, katsuki helps you shuffle out of your shorts, throwing them on the grass below you and immediately moaning at the sight between your legs.

“fuck baby. this all for me?” and you’re nodding before you can help it. 

nothing about you will ever become tiring to the man. seeing you again, your outer lips all shiny with wetness, spreading you apart with two fingers with your cute little bud at the top and your sweet hole pulsating desperately around nothing. he’s just been making out with your feet.

“all for you katsuki.”

you make sure to pronounce every syllable of his name with perfection. he reacts almost feral, pupils becoming dark and his hold on you tighter like he’ll never let you out of his sight.

he holds out two fingers at your lips and obediently you lay out your tongue for him to place them on. then you suck, licking around them like you would his dick before he slowly pulls them out a rough chuckle from his chest. “such a whore babe.”

you pout, locking your legs around katsuki’s waist, only opening your legs more. “i’m only doing what you’re telling me t— fuhh, fuck katsuki.”

you throw your head back on his legs as mid-sentence katsuki thrusts his freshly sucked fingers into your wet hole. he slides right in, curling his fingers up and rubbing your soft spot. your back arches, grumbles and garbles leaving your lips.

“didn’t say it was a bad thing. you’re my lil whore. you love every fuckin’ thing i do to you.” you’re not disagreeing with him, you’re not able to as your fingers circle his wrist between your legs now pumping in and out noisily like you would a toy.

“oh fuckkk ‘ki,” you whine, eyes squeezed shut, features all mushed on your face. your thighs tremble relentlessly around katsuki’s waist, hips thrusting up to meet his fingers. you’re needy, desperate and begging for more. “katsuki.”

katsuki smirks, fingers thrusting faster and faster, his palm pressing on your stomach to keep you down on his lap, “you want somethin’ else, baby? somethin’ you wanna ask me for?”

you mewl like a cat, hands out grabbing for anything of him you can hold onto. “my clit, rub me.”

katsuki pinches your ass, stuffing you full with his fingers and not moving. you open your eyes to stare at your lover who stares back with his eyebrows raised. “why’d you stop?”

“ask politely, baby. really need to sort out your manners,” he tuts, slapping the squish of your thigh beside him. katsuki’s completely humoured by you. your soft pouting bottom lip, so sweet and kissable. your eyes are almost watering from the tight tension in your pussy and there’s a layer of sweat on your forehead from the heat and him.

“please touch my clit, n—need you so bad,” you shuffle up and down his legs, humping his hand that refuses to move. still he doesn’t, his thumb only lightly brushing your puffy bud. you gasp but it does nothing to soothe the building in your stomach, “katsuki, stop teasing. please.” 

your pleading turns katsuki’s grin animalistic, his cock tightening around his waistband. “good job baby, my cute lil whore. can’t believe your pussy’s wet just from me suckin’ your toes. your fuckin’ toes baby.”

katsuki restarts, pumping his fingers into your centre as he uses his other one to rub fast circles onto your clit. you whine in embarrassment, “stop saying that.”

“what? you got wet because i sucked your toes? you like my lips suckin’ your toes like i do your cute lil clit?” katsuki taunts and every word only makes the knot tighten in your stomach. 

you moan at his words, clawing for his arm as your bend your head to watch his drenched fingers enter in and out of you. you bite your lip, wetness gushing out of you at just the sight. “k-katsuki, oh my god i love you.”

katsuki chuckles, rough and rumbly, ducking down to press a kiss against your chin. “good girl, love you too baby. come for me now, yeah?”

it’s as if the words set off a switch inside of you, “s—slow down i’m gonna—,”

you come faster than you even expect, your back is in the air, fingers tight around his wrist and you’re whining at the wet visceral sound of the friction him inside you. “oh, uhf, mhm,” tumble out your lips as the knot in your stomach snaps. stars shoot behind your eyelids as sparks shoot down all your limbs, numbing them as they spasm around katsuki.

“c’mon baby, let it all out,” he soothes, working you through it. his fingers keep curling against your walls, his thumb clockwise on your bud. he keeps going, pecking kisses along your chin till you push his arm out.

“t—too much now,” you’re breathless, chest heaving and flicking your eyes up to the blue sky. 

you’re hardly ready for a conversation when katsuki says, “good going on the hammock. it’s comfortable, i can finger you and suck your toes.” katsuki hums before taking his two fingers slicked in your wetness into his mouth. 

you lazily knock your knee against his arm, you’re trying to blink back to reality, rubbing your eyes with your fist, “laugh at me all you want but you’re the one that enjoyed my feet in your mouth. says more about you than me, honey.”

katsuki shrugs, embarrassment is always rare to find on him. “i don’t care though baby. would do it again, even loved when you rubbed me with your foot.”

your eyebrows raise at his confession. he wipes his wet fingers on his shorts nonchalantly, massaging your thighs as you slowly sit up to face him. 

“why y’lookin’ at me like that?”

“you’re really into foot stuff, aren’t you?” you smile mischievously, placing his hands on your bare hips. you tilt your head and you take back what you said before, embarrassment isn’t rare to find on your lover. in fact, he just uses it against you when it’s really about himself.

the tips of his ears flush red and his bottom lip juts out as he grumbles, “you’ve just got cute feet. same way i like your hands, i like your feet.”

that excuse doesn’t save him, “would you like me to give you a foot job? like a hand job but instead my feet—,”

with a sigh, he puts his hand on your mouth to silence you. your eyes only widen, cheeks rising beneath his hand. he pecks your forehead at the same time you lick his palm.

both of your hands circle his wrist and his hand slides off your face, “so would you? a foot job?”

again he shrugs, lifting you by the ass to sit on his cock. he pecks your lips, rubbing his nose against yours. “wouldn’t mind, baby. i mean we could try it?”

you’re nodding like a bobblehead, “i’ve watched a porn of it before, i think i’d have good technique…”

⌗︙・best friend pieck listening to u rant about your crush ⸜⸜・

best friend pieck who listens to you rant about your new crush from between your legs.

"we made eye contact." you say, the end of sentence turning into moan as her tongue slides thru your folds. she slurps at your juices, her tongue teasing at your hole.

"you think he's in love with you?" she giggles,, sending vibrations to your clit. you arch your back, but she presses you back down, throwing your legs over her shoulders. pieck buries her face deep into your cunt, licking and sucking on your juices.

"what else?" she asks. she's been your best friend for a long time and she supports all of your crushes. but she wants you to feel good too. pieck knows that none of those boys would be able to satisfy you as good as she does.

"he borrowed my... im about to cum." you whine, making her laugh. two of her digits press against your hole and she pushes the fingers inside of you. she presses them right into your sweet spot, fucking you with them while continuing to suck on your clit.

"pieck oh my god." you moan, cumming on her fingers and her mouth.

"i think he's the right for you, sweets. as long as he lets me fuck you on the weekends."

Slurp It Like a Porn ☆

Pairings ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Assassin! Toji Fushiguro x Chubby Mob Leader! Reader

Encapsulation ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Having semi-passionate sex on a jet is to die for, especially with Toji. Call it the Soul plane.

Warnings ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Smut, Lipstick kink, oral( m receiving), sloppy top, teasing, impact play, vibrating tongue ring, dick piercing mentioned, dirty talking, squirting, slight sir kink, gore, Mentions of death( not any of the main peoples), mention of hyperpigmentation, Mobster lifestyle, gang mentions, violence, fucking in the sky( literally), nipple play, passionate fucking with a little roughness, Full Nelson position, degradation, praise, use of multiple pet names( butterfly, Angel, baby, doll, etc.), fucking in the mirror, breeding kink, Fem reader

Word Count ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: 4.6K

18+ Permitted

Carrying your colorful/non colorful suitcases was the cherry on Toji’s day. He couldn’t wait to carry most of your bags while carrying only two of his. What utter bullshit that is because the man was struggling! You offered to help, but Toji never lets you carry bags you didn’t need to carry.

Meanwhile, on your behalf, the hot summer air was flowing over your face and honestly you couldn’t feel any better since you were going to your dream place with Toji, your boyfriend for 1 year. Toji couldn’t wait to take a vacation from every stress in his life. He hated leaving Megumi on his own with Nanami and Gojo watching over him. The boy is 17 now and it scares him that he’s growing up so fast.

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「︎ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 + 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 」︎

IT WAS A PEACEFUL SILENCE AS Y/N WATCHED KENTO WEIGH AND PACKAGE. He worked on the top floor of the building Geto’s shop was in, preparing his incoming supply of green. Y/n was there, simply to mind his business and hers while she was there. Nanami preferred to work in silence, in par with his personality outside of selling drugs. When Y/n met him, prior to meeting Geto, almost a year ago, she was very surprised that the smartest man she’d known was a drug dealer.

“Shit.” He cursed, pulling Y/n’s attention from her phone as she looked at him with mild concern.

“What’s the problem, Chief?” She watched expectantly as Nanami pushed his glasses up and rubbed the bridge of his nose, something he did when irritated.

“That fucker, Hiroshima, gave me three grams less than what he said should be in here. Three!”

Anyone would be upset over not getting what they were supposed to get, but Hiroshima’s been in the game long enough to know the difference between 200g and 197g. Y/n watched as the usually calm salesman, angrily called Hiroshima to cuss him out. Now, for as long as she’s known the blond, he never came off as violent but she knew better than to assume that he couldn’t. Honestly, every last one of Geto’s friends could hold their own, against each other—and anyone else.

Speaking of Geto, Y/n’s phone vibrated at a continuous pace, removing her attention from Nanami’s fuming figure to the phone in her lap. Geto’s face had took up the screen with his phone number and Y/n answered.

“Hey, what are you doing later tonight?”

Y/n shrugged, remembering that Kenji said he’d be hanging out with friends. “Nothin’, why?”

The sound of the tattoo needle being used filtered through the phone speaker and into Y/n’s ears. So, he was with a client then.

“Shoko and Choso conjured up a hangout for tonight. Celebrate the break and shit, I told ‘em I’d let you know about it. And to let Nanami know.”

At the mention of Nanami, Y/n looked over at him, still cussing Hiroshima out. “Yeah, i’m down. Nanami might be late though.”

“Why?”

“Hiroshima screwed him over.” She explained simply, tugging at the end of the hoodie she stole from Kenji.

Geto took in a deep breath, possibly surprised that Hiroshima would even try something like that with Nanami. ‘Shima may be the supplier, but Nanami’s not one to fuck with. Especially when it came to business.

“Shit. That’s fucked up.”

Y/n hummed in response, listening to the needle puncture someone’s skin with a low buzz. She missed it. “That dude fuckin you right?”

“Boy, bye!”

KENJI NAKAMURA WATCHED HIS girlfriend get ready with heated eyes. She had came over to finish getting dressed and to collect whatever she had left before the break started. Kenji mistakenly thought, that maybe she came over to see him. To spend time with him, before he left. But at the mere mention of Geto, it left a sour taste in Kenji’s mouth and he did not like that. Y/n hadn’t mentioned Geto out loud, nor even directly. Kenji just knew, and assumed, that if she says she’s hanging out with the gang, then he’s there too.

“Babe, why do you look like that? And, aren’t you supposed to be with your boys?” Y/n asked, moving around the room swiftly, not even bothering to look at him as she spoke.

Kenji flexed his jaw in anger and took a deep breath in and then out. Is she that oblivious to how he was feeling? Why he canceled on his friends the minute she told him about her hanging out with them?

Geto and them.

After all these years, Kenji still held a grudge on the man who stole his girlfriend from him and made a big deal about it. Yuri was beautiful and way out of Kenji’s league at the time. He knew it, she knew it, everyone at their school knew it. But she chose him and that pissed Geto off.

The young teen spent most of his junior year in high school, trying to keep his girlfriend away from Geto and his friends. Until Yuri went to a party of Gojo’s, Kenji stuck at home with the flu, and slept with the popular senior who had been desperate to get his teeth into her.

A childish grudge, but the torment Kenji went through in the aftermath of the situation justified everything he was about to do and had done, and this was just the icing on the cake.

“Shota had an engineering project to do last minute and Akira was having girl trouble.” Kenji spoke cooly, eyes still trained on Y/n’s busy figure.

The dark skin girl wore bootcut jeans and a cropped baseball tee. A pair of low Air Jordan’s 1’s were on her feet and a baseball cap on top of her twisted hair. She grabbed the oversized, faux fur coat and put it on before grabbing her bag and phone. “Damn, sure you don’t wanna come?” Y/n asked, checking her outfit out in the floor length mirror behind his door.

“Nah. You go have fun.” He turned back in his desk chair to open his laptop, video editing app opened already displaying his latest project.

Without another glance, Y/n gave Kenji a half hearted goodbye and was out of his shared apartment with a quickness. Part of Kenji wanted to feel bad for what he was about to do. Y/n truly hadn’t done anything wrong, but old habits die hard and Kenji needed to hurt Geto the best way he knew how.

Even if it meant Y/n being collateral.

"PLEASE RYO! NOBARA SWEARS to stop clowning Gojo about his feet." Geto could hear the youngest of the three siblings, persuade his older brother to let them come tonight.

A deep chuckle escaped the tattoo artist at Sukuna's deadpan "No" followed with a growl from Kugisaki in return. Geto was currently finishing up a client; female and petite, her friend accompanying her to, what Geto discovered, her first tattoo. They seemed around the kids' age, no older than nineteen.

Mio, his client, had came in timid and all. Y/n had booked this appointment on one of the days she was filling in for Yuji as receptionist. She wanted a simple wrist tattoo of her birth flower, an easy feat for the experienced artist. Mio's friend, Kei, had came in with her and had been covered in ink herself, but not as much as he was.

They were an easy duo to speak to, Kei having a blunt attitude and dry humor that reminded him of Nanami and Mio holding a similar personality to Choso. He thought about introducing them to the kids. Deeming them a fit for the trio. Wiping away excess ink and bits of blood, Geto tapped the inside of Mio's arm.

"All done sweetheart. Take a look." Snapping off his gloves, he handed the girl the black hand-held mirror and watched her take in the new addition to her skin.

Kei stood and eyed the art carefully, her face changing into one of contentment. "Not too bad. Guess you aren't just a pretty face after all." She smirked whilst Mio let out a gasp.

Geto laughed, grabbing the mirror and putting on a fresh pair of gloves to wrap up Mio's tattoo. "Kei!" The girl scolded, using her free hand to swat at her rough mouthed friend.

"You're funny kid. Since I like you, i'm going to let that slide and introduce you to some kids I know."

Mio handed Geto the money after he finished wrapping her and the three left his room to find Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and Itadori behind the counter and on the computer, Sukuna behind them restocking jewelry in the display case. At Geto's presence, the three kids turned to them, eyeing the two girls behind him.

"Hey." Fushiguro spoke lowly, returning his attention to the Switch in his hands.

"What did ya get?" Nobara asked, nodding her head in Mio's direction.

A small blush decorated Mio's cheeks at being addressed. "Uh, three violet's to symbolize my birth month." She explained, bringing her wrist up to show the location of the tat.

"Mio and Kei go to school with us and they are your year. How about you guys get to know each other and go to the sushi bar down the street. I'll give you money for it." Geto suggested, heading to the front door to flip the 'Open' sign to 'Closed' and draw the curtains on the window.

Yuji pushed out from the rolling chair and hopped over the counter with a smile. "Free food and new friends? Hell yeah!"

Geto smiled and went to speak when he caught the girls' walking down the sidewalk to his shop. All of the women he knew were gorgeous, but they had nothing on Y/n. Even when she dressed so comfortably, she still looked amazing.

"Sure, i'm down for some sushi." Mio remarked shyly, to which Megumi grunted in response and Nobara nodded.

Kei scoffed, arms folded as she side eyed Geto. "I better not end up dead."

Sukuna laughed at that, getting up and closing the display case. "Kid, if we wanted you dead, you would be. Now, all of you, get out of the shop."

He sure did have a way with words.

Just as the five teens walked over to Geto to collect the money, Utahime had pulled on the door and was the first to enter, followed by Shoko, Mei Mei, Wendy, and Y/n. "Are you bribing children, Geto?"

He didn't miss the smirk in Mei Mei's voice as she walked past him. Geto rolled his eyes "That's your specialty, remember?"

"Jesus guys, we just got here. Save it for later." Wendy pleaded, thumping the back of Geto's head as she passed him and went to the kids to say hi.

"Want us to bring you back anything?" Nobara asked Geto, the rest of them heading outside to go eat.

Geto shook his head and joined his friends in waving the teens goodbye. Locking up the shop, him and Sukuna made sure everything was secure downstairs before heading up behind the girls. The fighter sent Geto a cocky smile as he pushed open the door to their place.

"What, bro?" He was annoyed before he even heard what Sukuna had to say.

"Y/n?" Sukuna asked hopefully.

Geto waved him off, a sinking feeling in his gut as he said the words he hated to say. "Nah man. Just friends."

Sukuna snorted and laughed. "Doubt it." Was what he said whilst entering their shared space.

Me too, Sukuna. Me too.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. damn. . . not me taking decades to write this.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairings: mid 40s!overhaul x early 20s!fem!virgin!reader

cw: stalking, modern au, drugs, exhibitionism elements, oral sex, deepthroat, spit, handjobs, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds, loss of virginity, hymen tearing, bleeding from sex, some noncon elements, breeding kink, creampies (oral & vaginal) knife play, fingering, cum play

a/n: ahhhh overhaul. pls have ur way with me!!! tw: drugs (i wrote this intoxicated)

a sweet, innocent gardening girl like you couldn't help but ponder the lifestyle of the handsome man living in the neighboring house. not only have you provided gardening services for practically your entire neighborhood, but not once have they been brought to the attention of the mysterious man.

you'd never seen him, to be fair. well, at least not out in public. sometimes, you'd catch a peek of him taking out the garbage. or, driving away in his vastly expensive range rover to god knows where. it wasn't that you wanted to know- was it? the man hadn't even introduced himself to you yet, and the mere thought of him sent shivers up your spine.

kai chisaki.

that was his name. after spending countless hours on the internet destined to figure out your faraway neighbor's information, you'd finally obtained it. munching on popcorn in the wee hours of the morning, you twiddled your thumbs while digging deeper into chisaki's past.

kai chisaki linkedin... kai chisaki phone number... kai chisaki address... businessman kai chisaki... criminal record kai chisaki

after exhuasting rounds of straining your eyes on the internet, you collapsed onto your pillow. from what you discovered, chisaki had a surprising criminal record. he'd been arrested for DUI twice, as well as possession of marijuana and other illegal substances. it was all you could find on him criminally, but, if it were the case, how could he live so lavishly? i

it became even more of a task for you. you had to approach the man, somehow.

the next morning, you awoke after about three hours of sleep. you thrust your drained body from beneath the covers, causing your laptop and phone to crash onto the wooden floor. fuck. you hoped none of your roomates had awoken. living in a shared home with three of your close college friends near your campus proved to be quite the challenge. although, you were grateful that you trusted the individuals enough to live comfortably.

"who's kai chisaki?" a voice startled you. it belonged to one of your roomates.

"who?" you played dumb.

"kai chisaki! i was troubleshooting the computer and stumbled across your damn internet history."

"i thought i logged out of my school account!"

"first off, you simply admitted your guilt. second, why are you stalking one of our neighbors on your damn school account?"

at a loss for words, you shrugged.

"listen, i know a bit about him. but it's not much. he's a fairly quiet man, but he was business partners with my father." your friend tried to reassure you.

"isn't your father... a bit of a bad man?"

"you can't be that stupid. otherwise, i wouldn't be sharing a house with you."

"i don't know what you're talking about." you crinkle your eyebrows.

"what's my father known for? why am i not living with him anymore." your friend demanded an answer, especially after forcing a bit of truth after him.

"dealing... drugs?"

"and what information did you discover on chisaki?"

"he's been arrested for possession of illegal drugs."

"so, why do you think he's got such a nice damn house near the lake of all places?" you didn't have to think anymore. "still interested?" your friend exclaimed.

"i guess not." you sulk, knowing full well the show you were putting on intentionally.

"good. now, quit stalking the neighbors. don't you have gardening work to do?"

once your roomate popped out, you ran to your dresser. the visual in your head about chisaki being a bad boy set your nerves and libido on fire. he definitely looked the part, always wearing a mysterious black mask and subtly observing his surroundings. although, he'd never caught you.

you slung a tight fitting crop top over your head, letting it fall upon your shoulders before tugging it down to fit your breasts and hug your waist. the shorts you wore exposed a great deal of your ass, though the outfit was genuinely appropriate for the scalding hot weather.

you figured it was time to tell your morals to fuck off. you guys were neighbors, after all? it wouldn't be too strange to approach him and offer to do a little gardening work. it was your speciality. gathering your belongings, you headed out the door, hoping to yourself that chisaki was at home.

the walk to chisaki's wasn't a tedious one. he lived down the road near the nicer part of the neighborhood. his balcony overlooked a shimmering lake, and the rest of the maple colored home was engulfed in forest. you stared in awe at the architecture as you approached his home, almost forgetting the reason you were there.

it would be strange for chisaki to deny you your services, wouldn't it? you tried to convince yourself, although it was almost certain that he had paid housekeepers, gardeners, cooks... the whole nine yards. chisaki wasn't a man who dealt with such domestic chores. he had greater things to accomplish.

you stood in front of the large, heavy door. giving it a few gentle knocks, you're alerted by the sound of the screen door opening from behind. someone was there, though it wasn't chisaki.

"hello?" a light blue haired man opened the door. his fingernails were digging at his neck, and his bangs covered a major portion of his face. "who are you?"

"i live down the street!" you exclaim, anxiety overtaking you but adrenaline keeping you sane.

"oh." the quiet man sighed. "i assume you want to speak to overhaul?"

"i'm here to speak to kai chisaki."

the blue haired man almost choked on his words. was that his code name, you wondered?

"chisaki should be home any minute now. what is it that you want. what are you carrying." he said stoically.

"it's nothing, just some personal belongings and some gardening tools. i'm currently doing some charity work through gardening, and since we're neighbors... i figured."

"you can stop right there." he holds his palm up as a signal. "i understand."

"well, i'll... get to work."

"i never said we needed a gardener. chisaki's got all of that covered. does anything look like it needs work?mind telling me why you're really here?"

the man could sense malice intent, but it wasn't nearly in the context he expected. you couldn't tell him, no. you assumed that the man was just another business partner, but the moments of stalling and talking with him became your saving grace. a door slammed shut behind you. it was chisaki's range rover.

"chisaki!" the man called. "this girl wants a word with you." he turned away, partially shutting the door behind him. you were now face to face with your target as he made his way up the steps of his home. he paused in his tracks at the sight of you. it was you. he'd seen you before.

"you're the gardening girl." chisaki muttered. "why don't you take a seat inside?"

despite the red flags that bombarded your brain, the instance chisaki gave a seemingly green one, you were already making your way inside of his home.

"i'm inviting you in for one reason, and one only." chisaki led you to the living room where the blue haired man sat. the three of you now settled, he lowered his voice. "i want to know what your deal is with me. i assumed one day we'd find ourselves in a situation like this. and it's because you're naive."

"what?" you gasped. though, your "playing dumb" act wasn't working on him.

"you've been watching me. and i'm the one who usually watches people. mind telling me why? i don't intend on keeping you here. i'm just curious. and since you fell right into my hands..." chisaki motioned for the other man to leave, which he did immediately. "i'm assuming you have something i want."

you froze, unable to form words. were you going to be killed? no. he said he had no intentions of keeping you.

"what is it that you want?" you pry, arousal forming between your legs in excitement.

"it's not anything you have to offer, from what i can see. what kind of trick are you playing?"

"it's nothing! i promise... listen. i just wanted to make some money for charity."

"look at me." chisaki stood in front of you, his finger underneath your chin, tilting it upwards. "you think i haven't been watching you too?"

the words hit you. hard.

"yeah. why'd you come 'ere with such a tight outfit on? hm? walking around my house in nothing but a skimpy top and no bra?"

"you invited me in." you speak.

"i'm sorry, but i don't remember giving you permission to speak." chisaki let your chin down, turning away for a moment before accompanying beside you. "you're looking for charity money, huh. you sure you're not just a volunteer? or, maybe a girl with a sweet hobby?" he noted in his gruffy voice. "speak."

"i'm legit looking for money. i mean, charity money. i promise i have no bad intentions."

"hm, then why can i smell malice on your skin?" chisaki's fingers find your shoulder, which he squeezes between the pads of his fingertips.

you felt your nipples harden, and chisaki move in on you closer.

"w-what if somebody walks in?" you alarm.

"on what? we're just having a little fun."

"there's s-still someone in the house!" chisaki ignores you, attaching his lips to your soft neck and tearing the skin. you let out a whine, tilting your head to the side to accomodate chisaki's.

"sweet girl. you're getting yourself in some trouble." chisaki palmed at his erection, feeling it grow. he replaced his hand with your own, and you gasped at the feeling of his hard cock beneath the fabric. "touch me, babygirl."

"t-touch you?"

"i know you want to. plus, i know you can be good at it." he catches a glimpse of your doe eyes, and hardens more as a result. "be a good girl and palm my cock for me?"

you obey, and reach down to fondle his balls, feeling the fabric slip through your fingers as you attempt to grasp his sensitive areas. chisaki groans in delight, any and all concern lost and pushed to the back of his brain. the older man bucks his hips upwards, cock so hard it's about to pierce through his clothing.

"may i?" you tug at his belt buckle.

"yes, darling."

darling.

you immediately scramble to undo his belt, eagerly slipping it off and unzipping his trousers. he thrusts his hips upwards involuntarily, wanting nothing more than to feel one of your holes envelop him.

"good... good girl. so obedient for me." chisaki throws his head back the moment his bare cock is in your fist. you pump his shaft up and down, precum collecting around the tip and dribbling down to his base. the palm of your hand becomes drenched in his sticky pre-ejaculate, and you free your fist temporarily in order to taste him. licking a stripe up your palm, you've encouraged yourself to take him in your mouth.

his tip, now wrapped between pursed lips, reddens and hardens as you drag your tongue on the underside of his shaft. chisaki's hands now fizzled in your hair, he bobs you up and down halfway, which is about all you can take of his huge cock.

"i'm not satisfied," chisaki pushes you down further. "you need to learn how to deepthroat."

feeling your throat close in, chisaki orders you to loosen the iron grip and relax around him. your throat slowly but surely relaxes, and in that split second of peace, chisaki shoves you down on his cock. your lips meet at his base, almost to where you can feel his balls tighten. "f-fuck... that feels s-so good." chisaki brings you back up by your ponytail, thrusting his hips into your awaiting mouth.

"it fits perfectly in your throat. don't you think?" chisaki thrusts even harder, refusing to slow down until he was at a place to properly edge himself. spit dribbles out the corners of your lips, and you're practically choking on your own saliva alongside his massive length as it trails down to rest on his balls.

the noises you make only pursue him further, and chisaki's full on face fucking you. each gag and gargle your throat produces eggs him on all the more, causing him to obliterate your throat with the spear of his length. when you begin to gag on the upper end of his cock, your fingers stroke what you can't reach.

"naughty, naughty slut. you can't get me off with your mouth, can you? useless whore." chisaki lies, only wanting to feel you push your body to its limits. he was, in fact, so close to cumming that he was nearly ashamed. "get back on my dick, princess."

you're only allowed a spare moment to catch your breath, but chisaki's words tattoo your brain. you had to prove him wrong. make him cum. and make him whine.

slurping stripes up and down chisaki's length, you feel his balls tighten in the palm of your hand. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip, and his grip only tightens. "back down you go, princess." chisaki smirks, chuckling as he pleasured himself and used you as a fuckdoll. the force of his cock impales your throat once more, despite how desperately you try to relax it.

chisaki's close, you can tell by his breathing. it's scattered. it's stuttered. it mimics his body.

"i'm gonna cum..." chisaki whines. just what you wanted to hear. voluntarily pushing yourself all of the way down, chisaki throws his head back, eyes rolling as he spurts his creamy load down your throat. the violent pulsing of his shaft electrifies your warm cavern. chisaki thrusts shallowly in order to ride out his high, satisfied with the strength of the orgasm. he pulls you off of him, flipping you onto your stomach.

"ch-chisaki!"

"i'm taking you. now."

"w-what?! chisaki... i'm!"

"a virgin? not with the way you suck cock."

"i'm also not on any birth control..."

"so." chisaki grins. "a fertile virgin. i like it. you've never had sex with a real man before, have ya?" chisaki strokes his cock, pumping it back to a substantial hardness.

"i've never had sex... with any man," you shy away, burying your head in the cushions. chisaki positions his tip at your hole, attempting to push into your virgin entrance.

"o-ow!!" you cry, arching your back as chisaki abuses your hymen. his cock attempts to pierce through, creating a hole for itself before burying just his tip inside. and god, even that was quite a stretch.

"i've got you, baby." chisaki says softly. "does it hurt?" you wipe your tears.

"yes... please, go slow."

"i go at the pace i want." chisaki curses, burying more of himself inside of you as you let out cries of anguish. you had to admit, though. that the stretch itself felt amazing despite the agonizing pain at first.

chisaki's buried inside of you almost entirely by now, his cream coated cock ready to pull out.

"chisaki!" you clench around nothing as he does so, only for your hole to tighten at the wrong moment.

"let me in." he orders.

"yes!" you clenches feel amazing around him, and chisaki's fingers wrap around your throat from behind as he begins to tear even more of your hymen by his harsh rhythm.

"like that, babygirl? like having your pussy demolished?" chisaki moans, feeling pure bliss as he glides in and out of your creamy hole.

"y-yes! chisaki." the older man's experience tells him to reach down and rub your little clit. he's fast to do so, pinching it between the fingers of his other hand as his grip on your neck tightens further.

"o-oh! ch-chis-aki!" you grind your ass on him, working back on his cock and swaying your hips. chisaki mumbles in disbelief as he feels his orgasm approach him once more, and this time. a lot stronger.

he couldn't believe what he was defiling. a perfect, virgin sweetheart that had never been touched by a real man before. your breasts bounced in your now loosened crop top, shorts discarded on the floor and panties slipped to the side to expose your violated cunt.

"you wanna cum, no?" chisaki growls. "i'll stop."

"no! please!" you gasp. "i'll be a good girl. fuck me as hard as you want, please. just let me... let me cum!"

chisaki grins, positioning both strong hands on your hips in preparation. your ass perched in the air for him, chisaki rips off your panties with a spare switchblade, not bothering with the fabric. you yelp in shock as chisaki slaps your ass, tossing the drawn blade aside.

"that was in my fuckin' way." his temper and arousal heightens.

the older man takes one good look at his view before thrusting hard into your hole, as well as doing so as slow as molasses. his tip positioned at your womb, chisaki groans as he harshly pummels in and out, causing your poor body to shake and tremor.

chisaki's hips slap against your ass, balls smacked against your clit that's been ignored.

"saki... my clit."

"what about your clit?"

"r-rub it, please!"

"hm, do you think you're being a good enough girl?"

"i do! i do... please."

"i'm gonna need you to beg a little harder than just please, babygirl. tell me you want me to fuck you even harder."

"i want it harder!" there's not one ounce of hesitation in your voice. "harder. now!"

"giving me orders, are you?" chisaki picks up the pace, cock driving into your gspot as he struggles to edge himself. the feeling of your warmth almost too pleasurable for him to handle. he needed to cum deep inside of you.

"chisaki..." you cry out as he rubs your clit in circles. "c-cum in me!"

the words light a fire in the man, who pounds your ass hard during the last few moments before his orgasm. he'd had enough fun edging himself, and was ready for his reward.

"saki! i'm! cummin'..." you relax your body as you feel chisaki's thrusts slow down the moment he cums. he stills inside of you for the first spurt, bending over your body at a painful angle for you, cock nestling itself near your cervix as his semen travels upwards.

feeling the warmth provided by chisaki's semen, you cum hard. your pussy clenches down on his sensitive length and tip. chisaki, not ever wanting to pull out basks in the pleasure that you're giving him with the pulses of your pussy. he waits for them to die down before slowly withdrawing, thick ropes of cum falling out of your pussy.

"and you're not on birth control, are you?" chisaki cackles to himself, watching diligently as his cum pours in buckets out of your sopping pussy.

"i should fuck that back into you, shouldn't i?" his fingers meet your slit, and chisaki begins to play with the cum. you allow him to insert his fingers inside of your sensitive pussy, as well as play with your slippery clit as much as he wished. the man was fascinated with you, wanting nothing more than to make love to you for the rest of eternity.

completely beat, you close your eyes.

"so, gardener girl. here's a good $500." chisaki pulls out a wad of cash, throwing it onto your body as if you're his personal prostitute. "put it to good use. do something in your life. don't become like me." he says in a mellow tone.

"i'll follow wherever you go, chisaki." you say almost mournfully, eyes meeting his as you exchange sweet words and glances. "i'll let you fuck me as much as you want." you grin.

"sounds like the perfect plan."

anyways this is what this blog is ABOUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."